I’m a 400-level student at one of the prestigious universities in my country. In my first year, I achieved a GPA of 3.8, which I was very proud of. Coming from a family where I am the first to attend university means a lot to me and my family. From day one, my family has always been supportive. I’m a well-endowed lady with fair complexion, and so I earned the nickname “Beauty with Brains” at school.....CONTINUE READING THE ARTICLE FROM THE SOURCE
At the start of my second year, there was a lot of talk among our senior colleagues about a lecturer who was known for being extremely tough. We were told he could fail you easily, and rewriting his paper would require divine intervention. I knew I was determined not to fail his course. But as I write this, my eyes are filled with tears.
When the new academic year began, he came to teach us and announced that he would be our lecturer until we graduated, teaching us one course each semester. These courses were known to be challenging, and even getting a B was considered a significant achievement. The semester started well for me; I had good scores in all my courses, including his. He was impressed and invited me to his office to speak with me. He told me that, in his decade of teaching, no one had ever achieved such high scores in his course, and he was very proud of me. We had a pleasant conversation, and I left his office.
During the vacation, he called me frequently, telling me he missed me and wanted to see me. I found this strange and ignored him. When school reopened, he called me to his office and accused me of being disrespectful. He warned me I would face consequences, and I apologized and left.
That semester’s examination was also relatively easy for me. I looked forward to good results, but he later called to inform me that I had deviated in my answers, which would affect my grade. He wouldn’t allow me to see my paper or show me where I had gone wrong. He insisted that I agree to his demands or I wouldn’t pass the exam. I agreed.
He took me to a hotel and we slept together. When the results came, I had topped his course. He told me he liked me and warned me not to tell anyone. This has been happening for almost two years now. This is my final semester, and he is teaching me again. If I refuse to comply, I fear I won’t graduate.
Currently, I am not in good health. I have sores around my private parts, and a visit to the hospital revealed that I have been infected with herpes. I’m terrified to report this to the school authorities. I am deeply afraid and feeling depressed, with even suicidal thoughts.
Please, I need advice from you and your followers. I am at a loss for words and in desperate need of help. Kindly share your thoughts on this. Thank you so much. This is so sad.
